MARCELINE'S HOME

POV GREY

Marceline's home was nice and warm, the sun was setting outside, and a chill had started outside. Her home, with its mismatched furniture and books strewn about, felt more like a home than my own. I had never really taken a closer look. Our first meeting had been so quick I never truly looked around.

While her parents cooked in the kitchen, I wandered around. They had several bookshelves filled with books and picture frames. There were pictures of ...